Intro: (x2) verse 1 Been living hand-to-mouth for a year or better When the mailman comes and he brings me your letter And I recognize the handwriting even now But I go ahead and open it anyhow, yeah and no one's been buying from my roadside stand so I hold your letter like a cross in my hand I'm gonna wrap up my troubles I'm gonna wrap up my troubles I'm gonna wrap up my troubles (x2) In you verse 2 I went out into the kitchen Where the light comes through the four-paneled window Clear and bright And it's taken me several years to realize How much I like the way that you dot your i's Well I was born in Indiana thirty years ago I got a mean, mean hunger down below I'm gonna wrap up my troubles I'm gonna wrap up my troubles I'm gonna wrap up my troubles in you (x2)